A certain Hogwarts wizard

September 1991, 9, King's Cross Station, London.

A young man with silver-gray hair, black pupils, delicate facial features, and a slender figure was carrying a small but exquisite black leather suitcase.

The young man stood in the lobby of the station, and the old man next to him was adjusting his collar and whispering something.

"Konite, you have been stable since you were young and don't need me to say anything more. You are so smart and studious. I think you have already mastered the basic courses taught in school, so I don't have any thoughts about your studies. That said, I just hope you can make more friends at Hogwarts."

This old man who has dedicated his whole life to the cause of fighting darkness loves his only grandson very much, with love and pride in his eyes.

The old man knew that the boy in front of him was born with real talent.As the heir to the White family, Cornette has been outstanding and stable since he was a child. He has amazing talents and will definitely do great things in the future.

Cornette's black pupils looked at the old man, "I will, Grandpa, please don't worry, I will take care of myself, and I will be back this Christmas."

"The time is almost up, let's go." Norbert walked forward with Cornette, "Platform nine and three-quarters is right between the ninth and tenth stations. Look, it's this wall. , you just have to walk through to see the platform.”

"Go ahead and rush over." Norbert patted Cornette on the shoulder.

"Grandpa, see you on Christmas." Cornette hugged his grandfather, turned around and trotted through the wall.

Cornette only felt a flash before his eyes, and then he saw a red and black steam train full of history parked next to the platform.

There is a sign on the train that says "Hogwarts Express".

People at the platform were pushing trolleys filled with luggage. Thick smoke from the locomotive was swirling above the crowd, and cats of various colors were walking under people's feet.

Amid the humming of the crowd and the noise of lugging heavy luggage, the owls also screeched, and you answered me.

Cornette carried the black leather suitcase, climbed onto the train, found an empty carriage, put the luggage on the shelf, took out a book and started reading.

Konite arrived earlier, and the train would leave in 10 minutes. Konite didn't want to go to the noisy aisle to see the scenery, nor did he want to help others carry the heavy-looking luggage.

So he took out a copy of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" and started reading.

After a while, the originally noisy platform became quiet.

A thin boy with black glasses and messy hair, pulling a very large old suitcase and an owl cage in his hand, stood at the door of the carriage and looked at Cornit cautiously.

"Sorry, can I sit here? All other places are already full." The boy seemed a little shy and at a loss.

Cornette raised his head and looked at the boy at the door. When he saw his messy black hair and his green eyes hidden under his glasses, he raised his eyebrows and nodded with a smile.

He took out the magic wand with his right hand and waved it. In the boy's surprised look, he waved the large suitcase in his hand up and placed it on the luggage rack.

Cornette stood up, put the wand back into his clothes, walked up to the boy, and stretched out his right hand.

"Cornet White, freshman."

"Huh? Oh, hello, my name is Harry Potter, and I am also a first-year student."

Harry Potter was surprised by the magical magic. When he came back to his senses, he found that the very good-looking young man walked in front of him. He hurriedly wiped his right hand and took the young man's outstretched palm. and introduce yourself.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Potter." Cornette retracted his right hand, led Harry Potter back to his seat, and said with a smile, "Please sit down, I think the train will leave soon."

"Is that magic? Mr. White, I mean, you just made the suitcase fly, using the magic we will learn at Hogwarts?" Potter looked very excited.

Harry, who has lived in the Muggle world since he was a child and has never heard of wizards, even though Hagrid personally went to pick him up from his annoying uncle Dursley's house and took him to Diagon Alley to see the wizarding world, but Harry In fact, Lee has never intuitively felt the magic of magic.

So when he saw a peer of his age making a bulky suitcase fly up with a wave of his hand, Harry Potter truly realized the beauty of magic.

"Don't be excited, Mr. Potter. Yes, this is a magic you will learn at Hogwarts. Of course, if you have a preview textbook, you can probably learn it like me." Cornett smiled, Looking at the happy look of the "Boy Who Lived" in front of me.

"Oh, my uncle doesn't allow me to read books about magic at home. I mean, their family seems to hate magic." Harry said lowly.

Since Hagrid turned Dudley's butt into a pig's tail, although the Dursleys no longer made things difficult for Harry in the past, they did not allow him to study any books about magic in their own home, so Harry did not have any Self-taught method.

"It's okay, you will learn everything when you get to Hogwarts, and I believe that as long as you work hard, you should be able to learn well. After all, you are the 'Boy-Who-Lived'!" Cornette suddenly felt evil Jokingly.

Seeing Harry's face turn red due to teasing, Cornette even felt that Harry was a little cute at this time.

"Ha! Harry Potter is a soft and cute limited edition, but it seems to have a shelf life of only one year. How come such a cute child becomes more and more disabled as he grows older!" Cornette thought to himself.

"I don't know why everyone calls me that." Harry sighed, complaining in some distress, "I don't remember what I did to make them think that I..."

"Um, I'm sorry, can I sit here?" A red-haired head popped out of the door, interrupting Harry's rant.

"The other carriages are all full..." A little boy with red hair and a piece of dirt on his nose asked cautiously, pulling the suitcase.

"Of course, please take a seat." Cornette said with a smile.

"Hello, my name is Ron, Ron Weasley!"

Cornette waved his wand and placed Ron's suitcase on the shelf.

"Cool!" Ron exclaimed.

"Thank you, Cornette White, and this is..." Cornette smiled evilly and stretched out his right hand to signal to the boy.

"My name is Harry Potter!" Harry replied first. He stared at Cornette, feeling that this friend he had just met was somewhat evil.

"Harry Potter!!!" Ron was a little surprised, "I mean, is it really you? So, is that also true?" Ron asked, pointing to his forehead.

"If there is no one with the same name as me, then it should be me. As for this..." Harry smiled and lifted his forehead.

"Cool!" Ron exclaimed again.

"I think we can sit down first." Cornette said looking at Ron who was making a fuss.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I mean, did you do this to a mysterious person?" Ron looked at Cornette apologetically and said to Harry after sitting down.

"Maybe? I don't remember much, I just remember there was a green light! And I don't understand why you all seem to know me." Harry said.

Ron wanted to ask more, but Cornette interrupted, "Okay, Ron, stop asking. I don't think this is a good thing for Harry."

Ron looked at Harry apologetically and apologized: "Harry, I'm sorry! I was just a little excited."

"It's okay, it's nothing to me." Harry smiled.

"As for Harry, maybe you really should read more books. I think after you go to school, you can go to the library and read a few reference books." Cornette turned to Harry and said to him. Several books, "such as "A History of Modern Magic", "The Rise and Fall of Dark Magic", and "Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century", have mentioned you in these books. These can help you understand yourself better, And the enemy who left this scar on you—Voldemort!"

"Oh no! Merlin's pants! How dare you, how can you call that 'mysterious man' by his name!" Ron looked at Cornette with some fear.

"Haha, I can't even say his name? The 'mysterious man' you call is not only Harry's enemy, but also my enemy. If I can't even call him by his name, how can I take revenge on him in the future?" Cornette sneered.

Ron lowered his head in embarrassment, and Cornette didn't say anything more. He just looked at the scar on Harry's forehead, his eyes dim and he didn't know what he was thinking, and the car fell into an eerie silence.

Just when Harry was at a loss, the door of the carriage was pushed open, and a middle-aged woman walked in pushing a snack cart. She asked gently, "Kids, do you need some snacks?"

Harry stood up immediately, took out a handful of gold galleons from his pocket, and said to his aunt, "Please give me a little of everything!"